I wonder how many times Rapunzel reorganized her space?
How many times she picked up a new hobby and mastered it, then moved on the next one?
How many times she scrubbed the floor on her hands and knees with warm soapy water, pulled the cobwebs out of the corners and knocked the dust off the well worn runner?
I wonder how many times she sat staring out the window?
How many clouds she traced with the tip of her finger?
How many night skies she sat staring at in speechless wonder?
I wonder how many spiders she pretended were guests?
How many birds she chirped back to for the conversation?
How many squirrels she imagined she was in a different life?
I wonder how many times she thought of jumping from the window?
How many times she sat on the edge, feet dangling, craving the below, before she reluctantly and sullenly pulled herself back to the inside?
How many times she took a running start but slid to a stop just before the edge?
I wonder how many times she yelled into the wind?
How many times she closed her eyes and pretended it was the graze of a hand?
How many times she opened her mouth to let the rain touch her tongue and pretend it was a kiss?
I wonder what would have happened if the Prince never came?
What happens if the Prince doesn’t come?
What happens if the dragon wins?
- on agoraphobia and loneliness, Tabetha M.
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